Thinking of the adrenaline when you’re the solo performer in a concert — as I get older, my heart almost can’t stand the pressure of accelerated beats before singing that first note. I much prefer listening to others performing these days!
I love that sudden hush from the audience before an orchestra bursts into life and transports you to a different place altogether. As for the sound of a cello — sublime 🙂
A wonderful poem, Michael. Thanks.

Thanks Sarah. I agree. It’s an amazing feeling. Though I have to admit that the inspiration came from the introduction to Neil Diamond’s Hot August Night concert. The cello introduction resonates through the floor.

Folly

Folly is a series of haiga which aims to tell a complete story. There is a catch, however, in that there is also an aim to see how long vital information can be withheld so as to maintain the suspense. The full series, from the beginning, can be read here. Enjoy.